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Those were five soldiers wearing armor and armed forces.

The leader was in his thirties, strong, with short beards, knife marks on his face, and fierce expressions. With his silence, several subordinates pulled out the steel knife from their waists and surrounded them with a "sweep".

The men on the ground were still covered in blood and screamed. The three men took a few steps back and bowed to pay their respects. Then they called "Bao Ye" as pleased. Then the evil man complained first, saying that someone committed a crime in the street and that he must be severely punished and not borrowed.

Wujiu stood there without saying a word.

Master Bao looked at the tragic situation on the ground and his face was gloomy. When his eyes fell on Wujiu, he seemed to be slightly stunned, and then said without any doubt: "Young master, follow me to the city defense camp!"

Several men hurriedly said, "What should I do if my elder brother..."

Master Bao kicked the man on the ground hard, screaming again. He cursed with murderous aura, "Four ingots of gold are enough to buy the lives of you four people, get out--"

The three men did not dare to disobey and nodded repeatedly.

Master Bao raised his foot and walked towards Wujiu. The moment he passed by, he said coldly: "Follow me—"

Wujiu still said nothing and followed.

Master Bao led his men and horses to continue moving forward. He turned into the next street, shops, and pedestrians became increasingly rare. He walked here, stopped slowly, waved his hand and said, "You four people go back to the camp..." When the four soldiers turned around and walked away, he suddenly turned around, and actually clasped his fists and bowed to Wujiu: "Young Master--"

Wujiu stood in front of the horse, with one hand behind his back and the other stroking the horse's hair, still silent.

Master Bao bowed for a moment and slowly stood up. The fierce and majesty of the past was gone. He was filled with guilt and said in a deep voice: "Young Master's house was in trouble. The servant said lightly. Even if he had the help, he was unable to turn the world. After the general died, all the broken camps under his command were dismissed. In order to support his family, we had to act as a patrol street patrol. Alas..." He sighed and said: "Young Master will be alive, but if you have a dispatch, you will be in trouble, and you will be in trouble!"

Before he finished speaking, he actually knelt on one knee in the street.

Wujiu trembled, gritted his teeth, turned around and helped him: "Brother Baofeng, I didn't blame you..."

He had already recognized this Bao Master, but he did not call out the other party's name until this time.

Master Bao, whose real name is Baofeng. He grabbed Wujiu's arm and slowly stood up. Bloodshots appeared in his eyes. His face with scars looked even more ferocious, but he couldn't speak, so he lowered his head heavily.

Wujiu turned to the street scene in the distance and said softly: "I want to go home and take a look..."

Baofeng let go of his hand and raised his head. He looked at Wujiu's white clothes and the horse beside him: "Since the capital has changed, no one has taken care of the past. The young master's turn around this time should be fine. It's just that the general has been abandoned to this day..."

"misfortune?"

Wujiu pondered for a moment and said to himself: "It's abandoned, it's still home!" He raised his foot and left without looking back: "Brother Baofeng, come to the mansion when you have time!"

Baofeng has returned to normal, and his expression has become a little more relaxed: "Young Master..."

Wujiu kept his feet and raised his head: "Oh...?"

Baofeng shouted: "That lawless Gongsun Gongsun is back!"

Wujiu raised his hand and threw out a gold ingot and took the long red horse behind him.

...

In the northwest of the capital, there are several separate courtyards.

This place was once a gathering place for wealthy families and powerful people, but it was quite secluded because it was far away from the downtown area. However, one of the courtyards was very dilapidated and there were few people around it.

At dusk, a man and a horse came from afar.

The old tree is crooked, with wild grass growing, falling leaves all over the ground, and the eyes are full of desolation. Above the courtyard gate, the door plaque is hanging obliquely, and the remaining two words Gongsun are covered with thick dust.

Gongsun Mansion was the home that he had been away from for five years.

Yes, my original name is Gongsun Wujiu. In order to avoid the pursuit, I had to hide my surname and leave only my name.

Wujiu tied the horse to the stone stake in front of the door and walked to the door along the stone steps.

A cold wind blew, and the fallen leaves circled continuously.

The courtyard door was closed and rusty iron chains were tied to the door knocker. There was a gatehouse on both sides of the courtyard door, with hay, pots, stoves and other items, but no one was seen.

Wujiu looked at the doorman without paying attention, but looked down at the fallen leaves at his feet, and in a trance he heard the whimper of the wind. He was lost for a moment and raised his hand to wave a sword light.

With a "slam" the chains shattered, and the gate of the courtyard slowly opened.

Wujiu breathed a deep breath, lifted up his clothes, and stepped over the threshold. His face looked extremely pale.

The walls around the courtyard are still intact, but most of the houses in the courtyard have collapsed, and the trees are slanted and the grass is lush. They are not the way they imagined home. They look like a ghost house, dark and chilling.

This is the place where my home carries countless memories. And the nineteen years have turned into desolation!

Wujiu was stunned for a moment and slowly walked through the ruins.

Going past the front yard and coming to the back yard.

There are only broken walls left in the house on the east side. I remember it was my parents’ residence...

The row of houses near the back garden are also very damaged. On the left is my residence, and on the right is my girl's boudoir...

Wujiu stood silently in front of his parents' residence, and then he twitched his eyes and moved away.

A crooked tree was facing the side, and the hanging swing was hanging down half.

Suddenly, it seemed like a girl was swinging on the swing, calling "Big Brother", and the silver bell-like laughter resounded throughout the sky.

Wujiu couldn't help but reach out to grab it, and the straw rope broke.

His body stiffened and could no longer bear it. His eyes were blurred in an instant, and the hot tears flowed silently along his cheeks.

I have been cynical and unrestrained; I have also endured humiliation and lived a life of suffering, experienced torture and pain, and went crazy, went stupid, went crazy in the wind and rain, and struggled in the storm, just to treat it as the release of blood and tears, the punishment of life and death, the redemption of the soul, and the whip of fate. No matter when, where, or in what situation, I have never felt wronged, complained, nor fell into depravity!

Unexpectedly, when I returned home, everything that was always persevering suddenly collapsed.

It is like this rope covered with moss, which cannot withstand the pull; looking back at the moment, a handful of sand of time!

Just at this moment, a sudden laugh came: "Men shed tears, it's rare to see them, hehe!"

Wujiu was so sad that he woke up suddenly: "Who..."

"I..."

When Wujiu looked around, there was a figure on the other side of the swing. He was suddenly shocked again, and murderous aura flashed in his eyes. Unexpectedly, the other party bypassed the swing and asked curiously: "The man doesn't cry easily because he has not reached the sad place! Why is this brother so sad?"

Suddenly, a young man appeared, at the age of sixteen or seven. He was not tall, thin, with a bright clothes and jade crown, and was extraordinary. He had no cultivation and magic power on his body. He looked like a rich young man. He was just smiling, curious and kind-hearted, but he couldn't see any malicious intentions or bad intentions.

Wujiu was secretly alert, and hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, and said angrily: "The wind is strong and narrows your eyes..."

The young man suddenly realized, but stretched out a finger and looked around and said, "Oh... What a big wind..."

Wujiu hid his tears and looked embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, the man said again: "Huh...where has the wind gone..."

He groaned and shouted, "Who are you? Why did you trespass into your private home?"

"Just call me Mr. Yu!"

The man called himself Mr. Yu, laughed, fiddled with the swing, and then walked around the yard, and continued, "The door was dilapidated everywhere, and the door was open. I thought there was a ghost, so I broke in. I didn't see the ghost. But there was a big man secretly hurting himself, just saying that Qiu Feng was annoying..."

His words are crisp, like a child's voice, and every word of ridicule makes people speechless.

Wujiu wanted to have an attack, but he was very concerned. He stared at the wandering figure and said in confusion: "Are you a master of immortality?"

Master Yu said in a voice: "You dare not be a master. You have practiced for a few days, such as burning paper and drawing talismans, chanting spells to save you, and making a little bit of knowledge..." His explanation was quite consistent with his identity. The rich young master is rare in the immortal world, and it is not uncommon to burn paper and draw talismans, just to seek peace of mind forever.

Wujiu was puzzled and asked again: "Where are you living in..."

Young Master Yu suddenly lost interest, turned around and left, saying, "You are so interesting, I'll find you to play someday..." His steps were light, and he turned two times. In the blink of an eye, he walked away through the courtyard, and then slowly lost his figure.

Wujiu concentrated for a moment and thought endlessly.

Since entering the city, he has never used his spiritual sense easily. When facing that young master Yu, it is difficult to distinguish the depth of his spiritual sense. If he is a mortal, why is he so strange? If he is a master, where does he come from?

As expected, the Bear Capital is a place where dragons and tigers are hidden!

However, it is not without awareness...

Wujiu was disturbed by his mind for no reason or was also angry, but his sadness slowed down. He then sighed and turned to the place where he used to live.

Since you have returned to the capital, why do you have to care about a lot? Everything in chaos must be cleaned up slowly from the beginning!

The residence is still alive, but the doors and windows are destroyed, dust is everywhere, and the ground is messy.

Wujiu stood in front of the door, waving his sleeves, and the strong wind suddenly rolled up due to spiritual power. After a while, the dust dissipated. He walked into the room, looked at the refreshing bed, nodded, helped up the falling table and stool, cleaned up a little, and then silent for a moment, turned around and walked towards the place where he came from.

At this time, it was already dark.

Wujiu pulled a few handfuls of weeds and grabbed them in his hands, and left the yard.

A figure in ragged clothes came, holding a wooden stick in his hand and hit it: "The sky is panic, the earth is panic, who has lost his mother, hehe..."

It was a man in his twenties, with a unkempt face, barefoot, and crazy and stupid look!

Wujiu took a look, walked to the horse and threw down the weeds. After the horse took a few bites, he let go of the horse's bellyband, took off his bag, and was about to walk back to the yard gate. However, he saw the silly man sitting on the steps and not leaving, and he took out a piece of pasta from his arms to chew.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking the door?"

"Hehe, hehe..."

Apart from a silly laughter and a silly smiling face, no word was spoken.

Wujiu shrugged and stepped into the yard directly. The maroon horse followed behind and went to the yard with him. He patted the horse's neck and said, "It's time to get home..." The horse sniffed back, and he was holding his bag and was about to walk to the backyard, but turned around again: "Who is it again..." Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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